Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2013 21:49:11 -0700
From: Amar Patel <patelamar360@gmail.com>
Subject: Indian and American Relations (Chapter IV)

Written by: Amar Patel

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				Chapter IV


	Erik laid his helmet and gear inside the locker and slumped against
the cool metal surface. His face was covered in ash and his hair clung to
his forehead. He fought at least 6 fires today and he felt relief that the
day was over, he washed his face and showered to cool himself. The cold
water was soothing as it ran down his back and chest, and he felt the days
troubles being washed away. He shut off the water and dried himself off,
and after putting on his clothes he donned his rosary and left the
station. It was a calm night, and there was a breeze and sprinkle every now
and again. His cellphone rang in his pocket and he saw that Rikkardu was
calling.

"Bonswa Sinjur (Good evening sir)." Erik said

"Bonswa Nazzarenu, I have some good news for you." Rikkardu responded

"Oh really?"

"Iva (yes), you can go to Malta anytime. I have arrange for you to stay
with a good friend of mine. Also I arrange for a currency conversion."

"Grazzi Grazzi Sinjur."

" No need, we are family haha." with that Rikkardu hung up.

	Rain began to fall, Erik held out his hand it the rain quickly
increased in volume. Erik quickly ran to the nearest store and by the time
he got there he was soaking wet. The store had indian products and the air
had a spicy scent to it, people turned to look in curiosity. The cashier
smiled and waved him to come in, Erik dripped water as he walked and
another cashier quickly went to fetch a mop and a towel from the nearest
aisle. People looked outside and shook their head in disbelief at the sheer
amount of rain, Erik looked about and felt out of place, there were many
women in saris whispering to each other in what he assumed to be hindi and
men did the same. They all seemed to point and gave curious glances, a
middle aged man walked in and shooed them off to return to shopping.  He
was in a traditional outfit, graying hair and a round gentle face, he wore
a turban and his accent was thick.

"Do not mind them, it is not too often we see someone like you here." The
man was holding another towel and proceeded to dry Erik's head.

"I am sorry about that, this store was close." Erik felt awkward with the
sudden help with drying off.

"This is my store , stay as long as you like. Hmmm this is soaked. Arman!
Arman! come grab this man another towel." The owner called

	There was the faint sound of hurried footsteps and a worker
appeared with three towels. He was dressed in a plain white shirt, a green
apron ,and black pants. He looked toned from what Erik could see, the apron
barely hid his pecs and the white shirt was stretched by his arm muscles,
his buzzed head and dark skin gave him a masculine looked. His face looked
generally surprised at seeing Erik. The owner smiled and retreated to the
back, Arman come over and placed the towels at Erik's side. Arman grabbed a
stool and sat across from Erik.

"You are very wet." Arman laughed

" I can see that thank you." Erik grinned back

" You are friends with Murali are you not?" Arman spoke with a slight
accent.

"How'd ya know that?" Erik replied

"I saw you two the other day."

Erik raised an eyebrow, that was a strange respone. Arman saw Erik's
expression and attempted to recover his awkward reply.  "I am friends with
Murali also."

"Oh I see, thank you for the towels by the way."

"The pleasure is mine, my name is Arman. Arman Tawfeek." Arman extended his
hand and Erik shook it.

"Erik, Erik Calleja." Erik replied

"Are you European?"

"Yes, are you Indian like Murali?"

"No, I am Pakistani. I lived in India for most of my life though."

"Have you been here long in the states Arman?"

"No, I came a few days ago. From Pakistan."

"I see, well nice meetin ya but your boss looks like he needs some help."
Erik pointed at the owner struggling to lift a box.

Arman turned and quickly ran over to his boss.

	Erik felt he was obligated to buy something in exchange for being
treated so well, he walked about and saw a statue. It was of a woman and
she was very beautiful with an elegant sari and eyes closed. He lifted it
and the label was in Hindi, a woman walked by and nodded at it. She poked
him and started speaking rapidly in hindi, smiling and pointing at the
statue. Erik just nodded and eventually she giggled and said a final thing
and walked off. Erik just watched her leave with a confused expression and
went to the register. The owner was present and he gave Erik a amused
smile. The owner seeing Erik's face looked even more bemused.

"Do you know who this is?" The owner laughed

"No."

"This is Rati."

"And?"

"When you pray to Rati, it means you want to do the horizontal mambo." The
owner replied

"Pardon?" Erik stammered

"You know, bang bang.. ah.. being intimate. Make girl happy." The owner
placed the statue down "Do you want this or something more subdue?"

"That would be helpful thank you." Erik looked down in embarrassment.

"Be right back, last customer means I give more time." He walked still
chuckling to the aisle Erik was in. In a few moments he returned with two
statues. "This is Parvati goddess of Love, and this is Lakshmi goddess of
fortune."

"They are nice I will buy them." Erik smiled in relief.

"Alright, because you have made my day I give you discount. 34.65 please."

Erik grabbed his wallet and handed the money over. " Thank you again."

The owner smiled bigger "No thank you."

	Erik walked out onto the wet street, he checked his watch and
realized how late it was. He was tired and felt he could not make it home
before he collapsed. Murali should be home he thought. He walked to
Murali's complex and climbed the stairs, with a knock he heard a yawn and
Murali opened the door.

"Oh it is you Erik, it is a little late." Murali stretched

"Did I wake ya up?" Erik saw that Murali had a head set on.

"No no, just doing my lesson. Come in." Murali walked back to his couch and
closed his laptop.

"I bought these for you, since you're hindu." Erik closed the door and
handed Murali the bag.

Murali smiled and unwrapped the bundles "Wow Parvati and Lakshmi , thank
you.." Murali stood and patted Erik's shoulder.

"You are damp." Murali said frowning

" The rain."

"You are going to get sick , let me get you some clothes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Murali went into his room and came out with indian style
clothes." This is too big for me so you can take this kurta."

" Thank you very much Murali."

	Murali led Erik into his room and told Erik to change. Murali felt
ashamed but he closed the door so that there was enough room to see into
the room. Erik stood facing the mirror and Murali watched as he lifted his
soaked black shirt revealing his six pack and sculpted muscles, Erik then
pulled his wet jeans and boxers showing Murali a firm ass with beautiful
globes, a big cock hung between Erik's legs. Murali watched in awe then
something broke his gaze.

"Murali! " Erik called, Murali jumped and saw Erik putting on the pants and
turning, Murali scrambled or the couch just as Erik came out with the shirt
on but trying to tie the pants." Hey can ya help me out?"

Murali stood and went over to EriK " Here." He nervously took the strings
and tied them.

"Thanks a lot." Erik sat and let his eyes droop.

"Do you want anything? I am getting a snack." Murali said walking towards
the kitchen.

" Some tea or coffee would be good." Erik yawned

"Alright." Murali went into the kitchen and made hot water, he put the
coffee powder in mugs and poured the water in. He poured some creamer in
and walked out to the living room. "Erik here is your.. coffee." Erik was
asleep on the couch , arms crossed and he looked at peace.

	Murali sat next to Erik, he felt his heart beat. It was pounding
against his chest, Erik was in a deep sleep. Murali watched his handsome
face breathe slowly. His lips slightly ajar, his breath sweet. Murali let
his face drift closer and his lips closed the distance between his lips and
Erik's. Murali pulled back and sighed, he took a blanket out form his room
and laid on the far side of the couch and wrapped himself. He let his eyes
shut and slept.

__________

		Arman woke up to his cellphone alarm clock, he unlocked it
and turned it off. He showered and brushed his teeth, it was early and the
sun was not up. He put on a white tank and black shorts, he shaved his
stubble and grabbed his keys. With that he stepped out into the dark and
walked past Murali's door. It was fairly cool out, Arman saw a faint pink
sliver starting to emerge.  He arrived at the shop and unlocked it, the
owner was not in yet and Arman was alone. Arman did his sweeping of the
floors and turning the closed sign to open. The owner paid him decently due
to his ability to speak english , hindi and punjabi for the local
pakistanis. A woman entered the shop, Arman looked at her in
disbelief. Someone out this early either was insane or working a 15 hour
shift. She was plump and her long braid was adorned with various decorative
clips, she wore a bright pink sari and gold bracelets jingled as she
walked.

"Are you not out a little early ma'am?" Arman said as he put the broom
away.

"Morning is morning." She smiled, her red lipstick was on her teeth.

" Do you want anything?" Arman asked in hindi.

The woman walked over to the counter and picked up the statue of Rati. "No,
but do you want anything?"

"I am not sure what you mean." Arman rolled his eyes.

"Care to have your fortune ?" she replied.

"Such things deal with what you want us to hear, not exactly what is to
happen." Arman spat.

"Diselief is ignorant." She pointed her fat finger at Arman.

"If it makes you go. I will let you tell me your fortune for me."

"Such rudeness but I need to make a living." She held out her hand. "Seven
dollars."

Arman reluctantly gave her the fare. She took his big hand and closed her
eyes. "Rati plays favors at times, and Parvati has a bright future for
you. You will come across them soon in the situation you are now. Keep your
eye out for spices." She winked and grabbed some curry powder. "This is all
for now."

	Arman took her dollar bill and put it in the register when he
looked up she was already out the door. he shook his head. The owner came
through the door and put his briefcase on the ground.

" I see you have met Esha." The owner nodded his head in approval.

"Esha?" Arman asked

" She is gifted they say, appears in times of search. Good woman all her
earnings go to the charity."

	The day went by with little to no evidence of Esha's supposed
prediction. Arman sat with his hand pressed against his face.  Customers
came in every so often and he watched in utter boredom as they prodded
through shelfs and disorganized his hard work once again. Arman wandered
about the store cleaning the misplaced items and sorting them back into
their bins. The owner emerged from his office and stretched.

"SO dedicated I see." He laughed " You need to relax."

" There is not much to do but clean."

" Go take an early lunch, it is not busy hour. I have good place you can
try. It is not too far, but it is good walk." The owner wrote some
directions and passed it over.

"Thank you." Arman removed his apron and grabbed his wallet. He opened the
door and inhaled the fresh air. He cheked the distance on his phone and it
was a good two miles away. Arman felt it would make up for his lack of
exercise this week and figured it would kill time.

	He eventually emerged onto a plaza, it had elegant architecture and
a fountain stood in the center. He smelt an aroma that made his mouth
water. It was sweet and light and he followed it to a bakery, the walls
were lined with shelfs with various sweets and labels. Cinnamon rolls,
cakes, cookies, and breads made Arman gawk at what to eat first. His
attention however, quickly shifted to another delicious thing in the
room. The cashier was a sight to behold indeed, he was a tall youth with a
slender build and his arms showed signs of development. His hair was a
golden brown and spiked, his skin was a light beige, his facial features
were innocent and made him very handsome and appealing to the eye. Almond
shaped eyes the color of a steel blue and a smile that revealed straight
white teeth. He looked Italian with his long nose and twinkling eyes and
Arman felt gravitated towards him. Arman saw a menu and walked over to the
counter. He looked at the various pictures of sandwiches and soups and his
stomach growled.

"Eez there anything you see that you like?" The cashier had come over with
a notepad, his voice was gentle and his accent was sexy.

"Yes." Arman said looking at the cashier intently.

"Go ahead." The cashier stood at the ready.

" Can I have the number 5 and a side of fries?"

"Of course, go seet down and I will bring you eet soon." with that the
Cashier turned and shouted in a foreign tongue speaking rapidly.

	Arman sat in a chair and let his mind wander, no spices from what
he could see. A nostalgic aroma filled his nose and he snapped out of
thought.

" Here eez your order." The cashier laid the tray down and smiled. Arman
looked down and noticed a cupcake, it was an golden brown and had a slight
red undertone. It smelled sweet yet had spice to it.

" I did not order a cupcake." Arman said

"Eet eez on the house as the Americans say." The cashier took out a red
plant and sprinkled some on the cupcake. "Saffron eez a good spice for
cupcakes." With a grin he walked away.

	Arman finished his meal and left a five dollar tip under the
tray. He returned to work and finished his shift, he walked home and opened
the door to see his fare for the apartment from the land lord. With a quick
glance he frowned at the price of it. He could barely make ends meet with
his job. He turned on his laptop and posted a request for a roomate on the
local community board. He hoped that he would find someone decent. With a
quick shower and brushing his teeth he went to bed.  _____

	Laughter woke him the next morning and he opened his door and
peered out. Murali and Erik were walking down the hall to the
stairs. Murali saw that Arman was awake and waved, Arman waved back and
Erik gave a nod.

Murali turned and called out " Me and Erik are going to the gym as usual do
you want to come along?"

Arman shook his head. " I am expecting some calls for a roomate, so I am
busy."

Erik poked his head around the corner " Are ya sure? I still owe ya for the
towel."

Arman chuckled and waved his hand to go " Maybe another time!"

	Erik waved good bye and vanished with Murali. Arman checked his
phone and email for potiental roomates and saw he had quite a few. He
managed to call some back and arranged several appointments, he sent two
emails to another person and left it at that. He cleaned up the apartment
and decided to watch movies and surf the net to pass the time.

____

	Erik and Murali strolled down the street to reach the gym, Murali
was happy that Erik had no suspicions of what had occured the other
night. Murali bought Erik a coffee and himself a donut, Erik gulped the
iced coffee joyfully and Murali felt the donut was quite good. They walked
and chatted but a sudden bump caused Murali to fall and Erik scrambled to
help him up. A youth was rubbing his head and turned, he had a guilty look
in his steel blue eyes and he assisted Erik to help Murali up.

" I am very sorry , I am late eet eez hard to find places." the youth said.

Erik gave the youth a stern look " Maybe we can help ya, you okay Murali?"

Murali felt a slight sting on his back " I am alright."

Erik nodded and turned to the youth " Where's that place ya lookin for?"

The youth said the address and Murali felt surprised " That is our
apartment complex, if you go the way you were going and turn right you can
reach the complex." Murali pointed and made some hand gestures.

"Merci." The boy replied gratefully and he sprinted down the street.

Erik looked back in curiosity and Murali rubbed his back." Erik I- think
the pain is a little worse than I thought."

" Alright Murali, we can go to my place, I have some first aid." Erik
helped Murali walk to the car.

	They reached Erik's house and Murali felt the pain grow steadily
worst, Erik led Murali inside and told Murali to sit on the couch with his
back facing Erik. With a gentle touch Erik lifted the back of Murali's
shirt and frowned, the wound was not deep but it was bleeding. Erik went
into his bedroom and grabbed a first aid kit form under the bed. Erik
returned into the room and set the kit down.

" I have to clean the wound first , it's going to hurt a little." Erik took
a wipe and pressed it to the wound. Murali arched his back in pain. Erik
stopped and applied the neosporin. " I am sorry."

" No it is fine thank you Erik." Murali felt Erik's warm hands apply the
neosporin and bandage and Murali felt at ease. He felt Erik's breath on his
neck and Murali felt his heart pound.

"There all finished." Erik patted Murali's shoulder and sat next to him.

Murali looked up into Erik's face, his eyes were set in a worried
expression and Murali blushed. A courage welled up inside him and he
realized that he could trust Erik enough to tell him. " E-erik?'

"Yeah what is it?" Erik grinned

"There is something you should know about me...." Murali lowered his head
and prayed that he would not lose Erik at this moment.  "I-I am gay, I hope
it does not change things."

Erik looked shocked and then a stone face without emotion appeared, he sat
silent with his hands clasped. Murali placed his hand on Erik's and pressed
it with his fingers. Erik smiled." Of course not Murali, you're my friend
gay or not."

Murali was stunned at Erik's reaction " R-really?"

Erik nodded again " I just told ya, just cause you're gay doesn't make a
difference to me, you are still the same person."

Murali sighed and let his eyes look upward. He noticed something a degree
was hung next to a diploma and saw that Erik was not a simple man. He was a
rather intelligent one, the master's degree was in linguistics and Murali
felt his attraction grow more. Murali looked back at Erik and it seemed
that he had calmed down and was smiling back. Murali's stomach growled and
it was loud.

" Murali, if you are hungry we can ya know get a bite to eat."

"I am hungry, do you want some curry? My treat"

"Sure, if ya want it I can be satisfied with curry."

____

	Arman rubbed his head in pure frustration as he crossed off the
sixth name for potential roomates. He recieved a wide array of people. Some
decent and some quite honestly scared the daylights out of him. He was
waiting for another person to arrive who did keave an email but not a
name. A knock on the door was heard and Arman prayed that this one would
not resemble a scene from a cult film. He opened it and saw the cashier
from the bakery, the boy smiled and was holding a lanyard and wallet.

"Eez the apartment free?" the boy said panting

"Yes, come in and have a seat. Do you need some water?" Arman said walking
towards the fridge.

"Yes, merci' The youth sat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Arman handed the boy the water and he gulped it down " I am going to ask
you a few questions so I can see if you are eligible."

The youth sat up and nodded. Arman smiled and opened the folder in his lap
" What is your name? you did not leave me one with your email."

"Alphonse Desauveterre." the way he spoke his tongue was light and very
seductive, each syllable was pronounced with grace.

"Where are you from? and How old are you?" Arman gained a new found
curiosity.

"Paris, France, and I have 19 years."

"Do you smoke?"

"Non." Alphonse shook his head

" Do you drink ?"

"Oui, un peu de champagne (Yes a little champagne)." Alphonse replied and
gestured with his fingers. Arman was confused at the mixing of languages.

" The rent is 600 a month plus utilities. Can you afford it?"

"Oui, eet eez manageable."

"Alright, you may take the spare room and be moved in a week. I will add
you to the contract." Arman knew that he was giving the apartment away too
easily but he lusted for the boy.

" Oh merci merci beacoup (thanks thanks very much)." with that Alphonse
gave a fist pump and shook Arman's hand.

"I hope to see you soon."

Alphonse ran out the door and Arman could hear his celebratory yells.  ____

	A week has passed since Murali had told Erik about his orientation,
Erik seemed to treat Murali no differently. Murali sat on the bed and held
the two rings Arman had given him. He wished to tell Erik about his
feelings for him yet how could he? There was no perfect situation and
Murali was worried about it. He did not wish to lose Erik but he wanted to
have him as well, Murali decided to use the upcoming festivities to his
advantage. Holi was fast approaching and Murali felt that it would help to
relieve the stress he faced. He heard foot steps going up the stairs and
heard a knock at his door, Murali opened it and Erik's smile welcomed him.

"Wearin a red dot today?"

Murali grinned " It is almost Holi, and it is good to show faith on a
holiday."

"When is it?"

"Tomorrow , I was about to go out to get some things. Do you want to come?"

"Yeah sure, no fires yet." Erik scratched his head and they heard a grunt
and muffled voices. Erik and Murali turned to see Arman and the young man
who bumped into them the other day lifting a bed. A truck was parked nearby
with several cardboard boxes and other pieces of furniture. The youth and
Arman seemed to be having complications getting the bed frame up the
stairs.

Erik then shouted down " Hey! Nous pouvons vous aider ( We can help you!)
Come on Murali let's give them a hand."

	Erik and Murali ran down and helped Arman with the bed and helped
the youth bring various boxes up. Murali brought the last box up and he saw
Erik and the boy talking rapidly in french. They then climbed the stairs
and the youth began unpacking. Erik looked amused and Murali gave a look of
confusion.

Erik came over to stand next to Murali " His name is Alphonse , he's
attendin a study abroad program. French by the sound of his
accent. Canadians don't speak french the way his people do .Learnin
english, and he is movin in with Arman as ya can see." Murali nodded in
comprehension.

"Sorry about using your time Murali, they looked like they needed help."

"No it is fine, we can go now and make it there in time."

"For what?"

"Trust me it will be fun." Murali replied and he and Erik bid farewell and
walked down the stairs.

	Murali led Erik to the indian market, the owner nodded at Erik and
Erik gave a slight wave. Murali first went to an aisle and grabbed several
bags of colored powder. They were red, orange, green even a light purple
and Erik watched in awe. Murali then went to the buy some flower shaped
candles that were the color of crimson and a bright yellow. Murali then
grabbed several tea cups and fruit.

"Erik, these candles are for tonight would you like to come with me?"
Murali hoped tonight will be the night.

"Of course." Erik nodded and they paid for their items. They shopped around
a few other stores buying fruit and other things and the sky began to
darken and the sun was receeding.

"It is time follow me."

	Murali grabbed his bags and began walking quickly through alleyways
that Erik had never seen before. They emerged into a plaza and a large
building stood past a vast circular pond. There were several other people
there but they were hardly visible in the darkness. Murali kneeled and Erik
followed, Murali took a match and a candle and lit it simultaneously with
the others across the pond.  Murali turned to see the warm flames flicker
in Erik's hazel eyes, the warm colors projecting onto his skin, he laid the
candle in the water and genty shoved into the ponds center. Erik watched as
Murali's candle joined with the others making the pond bright with
color. Murali turned and faced Erik.

"I need to talk with you."

"About?"

"Please just come with me."

	They walked for a short distance until they reached a collection of
trees, the branches formed a canopy and a statue stood at the
center. Slivers of moonlight came through the canopy and there was a
concentration where the statue stood, it was illuminated with soft white
light and Murali pulled Erik towards the statue. Murali flipped Erik's hand
so that his palm faced up, Erik watched as Murali grabbed something out of
his pocket and laid it in his hand. Erik saw that it was a golden ring and
an inscription was written upon its luminous surface. Murali's face bore
into Erik's and his eyes were firm.

Murali felt his heart beat as a courage came forth." Erik... with Parvati
as my witness. I want to tell you something."

Erik just stood and gazed back with no expression but his eyes had a look
of calm.

"E-erik I must tell you... though I known you for a short time. I have come
to have feelings for you.. I love you Erik."

	Murali felt tears well up and rivers fell down his cheeks. He
feared that this would be the end, and he put his head down in hope. There
was no response from Erik and Murali knew it wa snot good, suddenly a hand
gently lifted Murali's chin and he came face to face with Erik. His hazel
eyes were filled with compassion and understanding, he took a finger and
wiped Murali's tears. Then Murali felt it, soft lips touched his and then
slowly pressed harder. Murali placed his hand on the back of Erik's head
and pressed back. Erik tasted sweet like honey and Murali hugged him and
pressed against the firm chest. Erik looked down and whispered two words
that made Murali's heart soar.

"I accept." Erik ruffled Murali's head.

Murali cried out of pure joy and he felt Erik's arms pull him closer. "Ya
know, I never been with a man or woman. But I can discover things with ya,
we can explore together. This is sudden but with you Murali I have this
feeling that it will be fine. Ya know I had this feelin that ya liked
me. Funny how I barely met ya and now we are close. Destiny is a funny
thing."

Erik gently pushed Murali back to look into his eyes. "Let's go to your
place and we can talk bout this."

	They walked in silence, the moon shining above and a cool air
enveloped them. They reached the complex and Murali opened the door to his
apartment. Erik sat on the couch and Murali sat next to him.

"Erik I.." Murali began

Erik held a finger to Murali's lips " We need a shower."

Murali nodded and led Erik to the bathroom and started to walk out. " Where
ya going? I said we not I."

	Erik turned on the water and removed his shirt revealing his
defined body,he then proceeded to remove his pants and boxers to show
Murali his big cock and balls. His legs had a light dusting of hair and his
pubic hairs were black and neat, Murali saw Erik walk over and started to
unbutton Murali's shirt. Murali unbuckled his pants and pulled them down
with his underwear, Erik looked at him. His body was defined and his dark
nipples contrasted with his pink cockhead, Erik pulled Murali to the shower
and he entered and shut the door. Murali grabbed a bar of soap and washed
himself and Erik did the same, they washed their hair and dried themselves
off and they faced each other.

"Murali ya got a body as good as ya face." Erik chuckled and ran his hand
down Murali's face.

"Same to you."

"Comeon we need to head to bed." Erik gave a wink and sat on the soft bed.

Murali sat and rubbed Erik's shoulder and chest " Thank you Erik."

	Erik did not respond and simply kissed Murali's lips, Murali
pressed back and inserted his tongue into Erik's mouth. Their tongues
danced and played with each other. Erik broke the kiss and nibbled at
Murali's lips, he sucked on the bottom lip with carnal energy and Murali
moaned. Erik planted kisses on his neck and moved to his chest, he felt a
tongue flick across a nipple and a slight sting from a nibble as Erik
switched from left to right. Erik licked his nipples in circles and Murali
felt his cock harden, he felt Erik lick down and stopped at Murali's cock.

"What do I do?" Erik asked innocently.

"Suck it..."

	Murali panted and then he saw Erik's lips engulf the head, he felt
pure ecstasy as that hot mouth slowly eased down his shaft and he felt
Erik's tongue lick slowly. Murali felt something and he shoved his cock
into Erik's mouth, he pounded the handsome face and Erik gagged and
choked. Erik pulled off and coughed, he panted and looked up at Murali.

"Murali easy... this my first time too.." Erik huffed and wiped the spit
from his lip.

"I am sorry.. it just felt so good."

"Let me try again okay? God.. cannot believe I am doing this with ya. So
much change for a day."

	Erik took a deep breath and grabbed Murali's brown shaft. He
started licking the head like an ice cream cone, and let his tongue lick
the slit. Murali spasmed and could not keep still, it felt like his cock
was being sucked by an angel. Erik with a long breath took Murali's cock to
the base, Murali gasped and watched Erik bob his head up and down. Erik
then pulled off and licked the chocolate eggs that rested below Murali's
shaft one by one. He licked them and sucked the skin into his warm mouth,
Murali felt his orgasm coming and he tried to warn Erik but he had already
went back to sucking.

"AAAAH Erik I am .. aaaah." Murali felt his balls tighten and he fired 5
jets of indian cream , they were big loads and Erik caught three on his
tongue and swallowed in surprise. Two plastered his face and hair , making
white puddles on the caramel skin,.

Erik coughed but then relaxed " That was not what I was expecting."

" I am so sorry."

" It is fine. Ya gotta warn me faster. It tasted sweet though."

" Do you need a towel?"

"Yeah got some in my eye."

	Murali grabbed Erik a towel and he wiped his face and hair off,
Erik stood and hugged Murali. He yawned and Murali patted the bed for him
to climb in.

"You are so warm Erik."

" You too, thanks for the ring."

"Thanks for accepting."

" I can still taste it on my mouth, pretty good for a first timer ?"

"Yes it felt amazing." Murali cuddled up with Erik.

"Let's go to bed we have a big day tomorrow.

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